it's just a dream
just a dream
just a dream
she whispers it over
and over as her
pen glides ink over
skin etching those words
in till she is
covered in blue
from head to
toe as if looking like
a torn page from her
broken story would
make it real as
if she would start
believing it were
true. sometimes the
nib digs a little
too deep and her
skin starts flaking off
like snowflakes so
she tapes it together
pasting strips of
paper glueing a little
bit of stardust here
and there to look like
the other girls do under
disco lights but little
does she know she
glimmers when she dances
when nobody's watching.
she feels backed into
a corner little does
she know she's been
turning all the right
keys in wrong locks
been afraid of falling
when she's never
learnt to fly her
wings of spiderwebs
threatening to break
apart if the wind is
too strong but it's
a risk worth taking.
how else would
she know what
it is
to bleed.